Letra de Mix Up

I-man don't like to get mix up (mix up, mix up) By pushing me mouth in something I can't prove (no, no, no) I-man don't take hearsay (hearsay) Dem kind of things bring mix up (mix up, mix up) I-man no say what next man say (next man say) I like to prove things for I-self (for I-self) So I take a walk from 6th street Trying to prove something Going to the bottom of 8th street From corner to corner you can hear Yes, the youths dem a shout Natty dread, yes them dread Natty dread, natty rule Natty cool, (cool-cool natty dread) Yes them dread For they stand up in Babylon...